章節 241: Mist

For some reason, since he caught sight of that warehouse burned to ruins, Zhang Tie, sitting on the horse taxi, had a bad premonition. He couldn't figure out the reason but felt a burden of a heavy stone in his heart, making him a bit uncomfortable.

'Who burnt the warehouse to destroy the scene?'

'Were they accomplices of those spies of the Sun Dynasty?'

That was possible. The fifteen people that he had killed that night might not have been all of the spies. There might be others in this city who might know that this warehouse was one of their secret bases in Blapei.

However, why would they ruin this place? To destroy the evidence? That was possible. But wouldn't it be too attention-seeking to set a fire? If there were truly other spies alive, what would they do after finding that all of their partners had been killed?

'If it were me, in that case, I would definitely escape at once. I would never stay in Blapei any more, let alone set a fire.